Sure enough, when he heard this voice, a look of fear appeared on Ren Xingyan's face.

Obviously, the little guy said that someone was very fierce, which refers to the person-like person he was talking about just now.

Lin Bo's face also showed a look of fear.

"Let's go, go in."

Ye Qingyu held Ren Xingyan's hand and walked into the mourning hall.

After passing through the gate, I entered the interior of the mourning hall. The space inside was larger than I thought, but there was no increase in rune formation. The twelve pillars supported the entire mourning hall. The silver light flipped on the dome made the entire space look extremely sacred. Ren Puyang's coffin was in the innermost part of the mourning hall, surrounded by countless white tulip flowers, and placed there quietly.

The white tulip flowers are very pure.

This kind of flower was Ren Puyang's favorite flower during his lifetime.

The smell of burning candles in the air.

Around the coffin, white candles were burning, and the candlelight was flashing, highlighting a tragic and solemn atmosphere.

In the hall, on both sides of the corridor, there were also dense figures standing.

Among these figures, in addition to the human race's strong men, there are also powerful men from other major races such as the demon race.

Among them was a young human in a gorgeous brocade robe. He leaned loosely against the stone pillar, his face was frivolous, domineering expression, and an undisguised provocative look. He looked at Ye Qingyu. It was obvious that he was the person who spoke in the mourning hall just now.

When Ye Qingyu looked at him, the young man shrugged deliberately, looking afraid that Ye Qingyu would not remember him, and the provocation became more and more obvious, and he looked eager to try. However, behind this young man, several powerful humans became nervous, and in the middle of protecting the young man, he was obviously afraid that Ye Qingyu would take action. After all, the temper of the Ice Sword Killing God is notoriously irritable.

But Ye Qingyu had no intention of taking action.

He just glanced at the young man, then withdrew his gaze, walked along the corridor in the middle of the mourning hall towards Ren Puyang's coffin.

Almost at the same time, when he saw Ye Qingyu coming in, countless gazes with different meanings fell on him.

Especially when he noticed that Ye Qingyu was wearing mourning clothes, some people even showed a look of surprise in their eyes. In such an occasion, wearing white mourning clothes means that Ye Qingyu was the juniors in Puyang's bloodline to hold the tribute, which was obviously a considerable tribute.

"Hmph, pretend to be hypocritical and seek fame."

Someone shouted in secret.

The young man in brocade clothes was still talking.

The sarcasm in the words is self-evident. It is obviously saying that Ye Qingyu deliberately wore a filial piety uniform and gained fame in such occasions. He was just taking advantage of the last remaining value after Ren Puyang's death. It may not necessarily mean that he was truly respectful to Ren Puyang.

Ye Qingyu still ignored such provocation.

He held Ren Xingyan's hand and walked towards Ren Puyang's coffin step by step.

It seemed that everyone around him had nothing to do with him, and he didn't want to pay attention to it.

"Hmph, coward." The young man in brocade sneered disdainfully.

Ye Qingyu ignored it.

Many pictures of Ren Puyang being together in the past appeared in front of him. Beautiful memories surged in his mind. This person has passed away. Those who abandon me should not stay yesterday. For Ye Qingyu at this moment, worshiping Ren Puyang is the first priority, and the others... have time to deal with it slowly!

Under the gaze of countless gazes, Ye Qingyu's eyes were rosy and he walked slowly.

On the other hand, Ou Wuji squeezed a smile on his face.

He walked towards Ye Qingyu.

This was the first time he saw Ye Qingyu. After all, they were both human races, so he instinctively wanted to say hello. When he thought, although the two were already as powerful as water and fire, they had not yet broken up on the surface. In front of the strong men from all sides, at least they must do enough on the surface.

"Secretary Ye, you are finally here, I..." Ou Wuji spoke, wanting to say something.

But Ye Qingyu didn't even look at him, and directly ignored his smiling face and his words, and walked past him with a cold look on his face.

Ou Wuji was stunned.

Immediately, a dark cloud flashed in his eyes.

He was actually ignored?

In front of so many people, Ye Qingyu was so nakedly ignored?

Ou Wuji felt that his face hurt a little, as if he was slapped twice.

"You are so rude, how dare you be so rude, you..." A confidant Shenwei, who saw this scene, couldn't help but scold him.

Ye Qingyu suddenly turned his head and told him.

The eyes are like swords.

The God Guard immediately shut up, his hair standing upside down, as if he was hooked by the sickle of the God of Death. The indescribable fear completely overwhelmed him, making him unable to spit out a word, and could not even raise his head.

Ye Qingyu turned around.

He came to the coffin step by step.

"Mr. Ren..."

Ye Qingyu knelt in front of the coffin and kowtowed.

Tears fell on the white tulips.

"I'm late."

Ye Qingyu blamed himself extremely.

After kowtowing three heavily, Ye Qingyu stood up, took out a handful of white tulips that had been prepared long ago, placed them in front of the coffin, wiping away tears, then came to the coffin, held the coffin with one hand, slowly lifted it up, and said, "Sir Ren, I'm disturbing you..."

He wants to open a coffin and perform an autopsy.

At this time, someone finally couldn't help it.

"Stop, what are you doing?" The confidant God Guard of Ou Wuji who spoke before spoke out again, roared, and said, "Mr. Ren has rested in peace. You actually want to open the coffin. You are too arrogant. When you come here today, you are wearing mourning clothes and opening the coffin again. What do you want to do? Enough..."

Ye Qingyu ignored it.

Slowly push open the coffin, inside it was a white jade coffin, and then open the lid of the coffin.

Ren Puyang's body lies quietly inside.

He looked peaceful and in a white robe, as if he was asleep.

"Wuwuwu, Dad Ren..." Ren Xingyan saw this scene and felt moved by the scene, and cried sadly again.

Ye Qingyu felt sad again.

"Stop crying, it's so noisy... I know how to cry all day long." The God Guard shouted again.

Ren Xingyan immediately shut up in fear, his body trembled, and subconsciously hid behind Lin Bo, with a look of fear on his face. It was obvious that he had been treated like this more than once, and he had already had a psychological shadow.

brush!

A flash of light.

Everyone felt a flash in front of them.

Ye Qingyu had already pinched the neck of the divine guard and pulled him out of the crowd. When he arrived in front of the coffin, his eyes seemed to be filled with frost. He lifted him up and asked word by word: "What did you say just now? Why can't you cry?"

"I, you..." The God Guard was shocked and struggled, saying, "You are crazy, you dare to take action here, do you know what you are doing..." He just wanted to show up in front of Ou Wuji, but he did not expect that Ye Qingyu would dare to take action directly in front of so many powerful people of various races in this mourning hall, shouting: "Let go quickly... what kind of ritual, let go!"

Plop!

Ye Qingyu loosened his hand and threw him on the ground.

The Shenwei thought Ye Qingyu was afraid, and a trace of lust appeared on his face. He rubbed his neck and said, "You are too crazy. You are really a barbarian from the countryside. You can't get on the table..."

The words have not ended.

Crack Crack Crack.

The sound of bone breakage.

His knee was directly smashed by the terrible force, and he knelt in front of the coffin in pain.

"Kneel down." Ye Qingyu said coldly: "The heroes of our human race were killed. Why can't his descendants cry in this mourning hall? Among the human race, there are too many people like you who don't know how to memorialize and grief when facing the deceased heroes, so they are so messy like now. Kneel down and cry for me!"

"Ahh, you...ah, my legs..." The divine guard screamed like a pig, and the indescribable severe pain torture him. He couldn't help but burst into tears. He struggled, but the broken leg bones and knees could not recover no matter how his blood and energy were circulated. He looked at Ye Qingyu in disbelief. It was Ye Qingyu who kicked his legs directly and broke.

Blood flows.

A bloody smell filled the mourning hall.

Everyone was in an uproar.

Xiao Xingyan was also so scared that he exclaimed, and hurriedly hid behind Uncle Lin, not daring to watch this bloody scene at all.

The hurriedly Bo Lin turned around to protect the little guy and covered his eyes.

This young man knows martial arts at all and has a weak temperament.

"Don't block it, let him watch." Ye Qingyu suddenly spoke.

Uncle Lin was stunned.

"He is Ren Puyang's adopted son, a descendant of the great hero of the human race. He cannot be a coward who is timid and afraid of things. He has to stand up and face all this. He used to hide behind Mr. Ren, but now Mr. Ren is gone. When will he hide? Well? In this world, no one can protect him for the rest of his life except Mr. Ren, but now Mr. Ren is no longer here."

Ye Qingyu said word by word.

The divine guard on one side was still yelling and struggling.

Ye Qingyu felt irritated, and slapped his hands twice, slapped his mouth directly, and said, "Shut up... If you make another note, I will kill you."
To be continued...